Oh, you really are out of practice, aren't you?

[ she looks amused rather than mocking, at least, and pulls out her id card from god knows where she was keeping it and uses it to get them access. ]

This world has its own sort of magic. [ like microwaves and card-keys. ] These keys act as identification among knights, but also grant certain privileges. They're issued upon arrival - you have yours, I trust? [ she turns to myri as the painting opens to reveal the room. this is some harry potter shit. ]